Nezuko Cry Novels & Stories

‘It wasn’t enough though,’ I cry into my connection with Reika. “Don’t, you did everything you could,” Hanzo firmly speaks as he stares into my eyes and holds me close. “It was a dream, you’re ok, you’re right here,” he reassures with a gentle kiss to my temple. “Why were you crying?” I question still catching my breath as I still feel cold even in Hanzo’s grip. “I don’t like seeing you this way, seeing you in distress affects me too,” Hanzo answers, running his fingers through my hair then presses his forehead to mine.

Don't find someone else. "Mom, don't cry anymore," Nikolai said with pity. He hugged Harah and kissed her on the forehead. Harah only cried more because of her son's tenderness. At his young age, they understood the pain she was feeling at that time. Kenji and Haruko are already asleep. Nikolai was the only one awake because the boy couldn't sleep while his mother cried.

She chuckled. “Yeah,” Lydia said. “Go on.” She waved her friend off, who giggled and raced back into the pack house. Lydia sat there for a minute when she suddenly felt something stir within her. Her vision became blurry, and she felt herself leaning back against the bench. She wondered if it was the wine affecting her, but she thought werewolves didn’t get drunk—this wasn’t her first time drinking. A sharp pain pierced her head, and slowly, she closed her eyes as darkness engulfed her.

There was no way of stopping my hand as it shot up, pressing hard over my mouth as I tired to stifle the scream that tore it's way up my throat and passed my lips. The girl, staring back at me in the mirror, looked broken beyond repair. Hair twisted in knots, as if it had been caught out in the wind all day. My once nice purple long sleeve shirt and jeans now torn and crumpled, like each piece of clothing had been raked against tree after tree, shredding the fibers. Still, the one thing that my left eye couldn't look away from, was the blistering frost bite that ran across the other side of my face, where my once cool artic blue eye sparkled, mesmerising those in it's sight. The putrid smell

The room was bathed in a sinister glow as the dark magic tore through the intruders, their cries of pain mingling with the howling wind. When the last of the Fortuna witches fell, Aqua stood amidst the wreckage, her breath coming in ragged gasps. The dark energy receded as quickly as it had come, leaving her trembling and exhausted. The sight of her parents' lifeless bodies brought her to her knees, and she sobbed uncontrollably, the pendant now a dull black stone against her chest. She barely noticed Aunt Cleo's arrival, the older woman's face etched with grief and determination. Cleo's arms wrapped around Aqua, pulling her close. "It's over, Aqua," she whispered, her voice choked with emot

He smirked She began working on him and for the first time, she saw him close his eyes with his mouth wide open in pleasure. "Do you like that?" He grabbed her and pinned her inserting himself into her. "Do you like this?!" he groaned. "Zaylee how are you?" a voice rang from the other end of the call. "Am okay Jazz" "Did it work out?" "Ye, but I don't think..." "Stop Zaylee" jazz yelled "I don't appreciate your negativity" "It's just that...." "No matter how tough he seems to be he will meltdown just a little longer you will have him fully"

So in their eyes, I was nothing more than a tool to be completely drained of worth. The storm felt as though it were freezing my organs solid, but I summoned the last of my strength, curled my fingers and pushed the car door open again. My stiff limbs gave way the moment I stepped out, and I fell hard into the snow. Hearing the noises from my end, Zachary scoffed, his sneer almost visible in his voice. "No way, are you trying to rupture the heating pipes again? You can't even bear to hurt a mouse, so why are you acting all scary now?

“With cold. When they took Six. I froze the whole lab. They put me in the ice after that. Said I was _defective_.” “You’re not defective,” Kieran said. Still holding his hand out. “You’re _twelve_.” Nero looked at his hand. At the frozen warriors. At the door. “Brother?” he whispered. “_Seven_?” From Kieran’s comm, a sound. Rylan. Crying. But not scared. _Calling_. Nero’s head snapped up. He _heard_ it. And the ice _melted_. All of it. Gregor and the warriors hit the ground gasping. Alive.

Nicko's words just now really scared Enrique to death. He screamed for help out of fear. Nicko didn't give him another chance. He smiled sarcastically and returned to the same formation as before. Slash! A frightening loud sound accompanied by a flash of light that was so blinding. Over time, Enrique's muscular body begins to shrink to the size of a thumb. At that time, Nicko smiles with satisfaction, squeezes Enrique's thumb-sized body, and kneads it until it crumbles and unites with dust. The power that Nicko has really doesn't leave any traces at all.